Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 523: Really Crazy Brain~
Casare is very depressed now!

As the second-in-command of Mexico, he was sent to Poland as an envoy, and the other party actually agreed. Otherwise, who would dare to transfer and fly over the other side?
But when we got to Warsaw, there was no red carpet, and the person who came to greet us was some kind of Minister of Labor?
His face suddenly turned gloomy.

Fuck it!
Isn't this just playing with yourself?
What is my status and what kind of person is that?
But after all, he came to Europe to break the ice, so he took a deep breath and endured it.

But when they arrived at the hotel, someone was holding a banner at the door demanding punishment for the "anti-human" Mexican Victor. They also burned the Mexican flag and Victor's portrait in broad daylight.

And sang songs that insulted Victor.

The delegation was very unhappy to find the Poles, but they said...

This is called human rights!

"Let's go and leave Poland." Casare immediately decided to take his people and leave.

"Sir, your behavior is unfriendly and disrespectful!" the Pole shouted.

"Fuck you, you son of a bitch. Don't think I don't know what you are thinking. You want to disgust me in front of your American master? Do you think you are worthy? Remember, don't act like a beast of burden in the game between great powers, otherwise, you will be the ones to be blitzed next time."

This is a bit embarrassing.

The blitzkrieg against Poland and its surrender in 36 days became an eternal pain in their hearts. A group of people surrounded Casare and cursed him unceremoniously.

The accompanying special intelligence members protected him nervously.

"Come on, kill me. I tell you, no matter from the perspective of military capability or economy, you are not qualified to stand in front of me and act cool, you, you, you..."

Casare pointed at them one by one, "Kill me if you dare!"

The Polish people were so angry that their mouths were crooked.

But I really don’t dare to touch him!

Who is Victor? Madman, if you really leave Casare here, your whole family will have a car accident tomorrow. The Poles want to give face to the United States and NATO, but that doesn't mean they want to die.

We contacted the Radziwiłł Palace urgently and finally had to let them go. Fearing that they might have an accident on the road, we sent a police car to escort them to the airport.

Standing on the hanging ladder, Casare looked back and said contemptuously, "Even if Poland is given a hundred years, it will never catch up with Mexico!"

After the plane took off, he became angrier and angrier the more he thought about it. He was a very petty person.

Just as he was about to call the boss, he saw the personal secretary coming over with a phone, "Sir, the general is calling."

He quickly took it.

"Casare, are you still in Poland?"

Fatty Ka instantly became like a child who went home to complain, "Boss, the Poles are immoral!"

He recounted everything that had happened without exaggerating, because he knew that his boss wasn't a very mean person.

Sure enough, after listening to Victor, he was silent for a moment and then said, "You go to France. I have already contacted Mitterrand by phone. When you talk to him, just tell him that Mexico is willing to help France gain a foothold in Haiti as long as it joins the People's Union and withdraws from the European Community."

"Haiti? They occupied Haiti?" Casare had a strong political sense and immediately felt that there was great potential here!
"Boss, we can try another approach. Haiti is too important to be controlled by the French alone. We need to develop it together."

Although this place is poor, it is really a place that is fought over by military strategists. What do you want to do by controlling it?
Iwo Jima in the Caribbean Sea can be used for attack or defense. If you can't win, just run to the neighboring Dominican Republic.

“Europeans can’t be trusted.”

Victor thought about it and it made sense. The French kneeling tribe, they might be on good terms with you today, but they might become enemies with you tomorrow? Then they could launch a missile and aim it at Cuba, which was indeed true...

"Okay, you're fully responsible for everything."

Casare responded quickly, and after hanging up the phone, he sent someone to fly directly to France.

It was 1992 a.m. on December 10, 2.

Arrival at Paris International Airport.

Mitterrand came in person with his cabinet members to greet him and gave him a warm kiss on the cheek.

"Mr. Victor asked me to say hello to you, Mr. President."

"I also admire and agree with Mr. Victor's approach. I think he is a pioneer in drug control, a moral role model, and a defender of world peace and justice."

Casare felt embarrassed by this, but he also admired the French people's "calm" face-changing technique.

Back then in the United Nations, you were also very happy.

Even when the International Court of Justice in The Hague demanded the arrest of Victor and other senior officials, France agreed. By the way, Tokyo, the United States, and Russia are not signatories to this court. What does this mean?
The real big guys... never pay any attention to The Hague.

My rules are the rules!

After Casare was invited into the car, Mitterrand seemed to be unable to hold back and asked, "Does Mexico really support us in Haiti..."

He didn't even know how to describe it in one word, colonization?

That certainly won't work.

"Development." Casare answered for him with a smile.

Mitterrand's eyes lit up and he nodded vigorously, "Yes, development."

"Haiti has a population of 1200 million, but it has long been the poorest country in the world. This is not good for us. We should help them establish a new order."

"Mexico would love that, but what about France?"

"France is also obliged!"

The two foxes looked at each other and then shook hands with a smile. As for whether the Haitians agreed or not? To be honest, that place... even the University of Tokyo thought they "did not need to exist".

The "cult rule" of the Duvalier family has long made that country dilapidated. To be honest, the United States also gave them money and asked them to work hard on their own, but the money eventually went into the hands of high-level officials. How much money did Duvalier take away when he ran away?
7 billion US dollars!
There is no oil there, so the US military will definitely not go there.

The Haitians have no choice but to either continue to starve to death or be taken over by the "anti-American alliance" and used as a strategic location.

Victor, who had been working until the early morning in Mexico City, was yawning and was about to go to rest when the phone on the table rang.

"Sir, someone from the United States has requested to speak to you."

"Get in."

"it is good!"

beep~
Victor frowned. Who would call him so late at night and not sleep?
After a few rings, an elderly and steady voice appeared on the other end, "I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Victor, this is Carter."

! ! ! !
Victor sat up straighter, "Hello, sir, congratulations on becoming the new president of the United States."

The old man on the other end was almost 70 years old. He sounded obviously tired, but he was trying to be energetic. "You are the first person I called. I plan to visit Mexico City on October 10. Let's have a face-to-face and frank talk about bilateral relations. How about it? Ahem…"

If any other president had said this, Victor would definitely think he was up to something, but when Carter said this... to be honest, he would have to think carefully.

The reason why he is called "good guy" Carter is that he is the only American president who truly practices what he preaches, does not lie, is honest, and considers the whole world. During his term, Carter facilitated the establishment of diplomatic relations between the two major countries in the East and the West, signed a bilateral strategic arms limitation treaty with the Soviet Union, returned the Panama Canal, and promoted the signing of the Camp David Accords [which eased the conflicts in the Middle East to a certain extent].

It was he who single-handedly stopped the conflict between Israel and Egypt. Even until now, there has been no open conflict between Israel and Egypt.

Most importantly, he is also the only American president who dares to support Palestine and condemn Israel’s inhumane genocide!

"I would be happy to discuss this matter, and I welcome you to Mexico City."

Carter smiled and said, "Thank you. I'm sorry to bother you at this time. Please understand an old man's longing for peace."

"See you then, and have a good sleep."

After just a few words, even the "violent bandit" Victor felt a little moved, thinking, "He is such a good man who cares about others."

pat~
He lit a cigarette, swayed his body, turned the chair to the side, looked at the brightly lit Mexico City, and muttered to himself, "But good people don't get good rewards."

"May God bless you."

……

Guatemala, Alta Verapaz, Chisec.

The Guatemalan Workers' Party, which was supported by the United Nations, was invincible and the government forces fled in fear.

Bandits and drug smugglers were all killed.

Chiszek, which is only more than 300 kilometers away from the capital, connects the north-south roads and is an important transportation hub.

The "Che Guevara Square" in the city is actually not very big, covering an area of ​​only about 2300 square meters, but at this time it was surrounded by more than a dozen layers of people inside and outside, and a group of poor people were terrified and at a loss.

In the middle of the square there was a platform with a dozen armed men with guns on it. On their arms were written the words Guatemalan Workers' Party. There were also many people kneeling. They were all nearby landlords, corrupt officials, and drug traffickers.

A soldier from the Workers' Party stood on the stage and spoke in a friendly voice, "Don't worry, fellow countrymen. Our army is a righteous army that is going to overthrow the corrupt Guatemalan government. These are the people who helped the dictatorship and drug dealers bully us. Now, we are going to put them on trial!"

"Tell us any grievances you have and we will resolve them for you!"

"The Guatemalan Workers' Party is a force for the benefit of the people!"

...

You can see quite a few people behind the stage.

There were Asians, Mexicans, but they all wore the uniforms of the Workers’ Party.

However, at this time, the representatives of the advisory group sent by a mysterious big country looked at each other with strange expressions.

"Why does this process feel so familiar to me?" a young soldier asked softly.

"It would look even more like it if you put a white hat on your head."

"How can Guatemalans do this? This...this technology has gone abroad?"

"I heard that the Mexicans taught them. It seems that they also used it during the war on drugs. Hey, I always feel that Victor is very familiar with our routines. Do you think he graduated from our school?"

"Shizhuang is also for national defense? Think about it, fighting against the local tyrants and dividing the land, this directly draws farmers and low-income people into the camp. Victor must have read the books of great men."

Listening to the whispers of the members behind him, Jonas Costa, the head of the advisory group, was actually also very curious.

This name... when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

You can't use your domestic name.

He looked quietly at the representative of the Mexican Advisory Group in front of him, Carlos Guen, a colonel who was only 25 years old!

It is said that he followed Victor from north to south and later served as the police chief of Mexico City. However, he later applied to join the General Staff as director of the Latin American Affairs Department. Now he is the head of the Mexican advisory group supporting Guatemala.

"I strongly disagree with the inclusion of drug dealers and criminals into the force, which will affect the purity of our force."

"But we really don't have that many people in our army." Alfonso Portillo looked hesitant.

"Then distribute the land and benefit the poor people, and they will defend our collective for themselves."

When he said this, Alfonso Portillo got a headache again and he hesitated.

Gancarlos narrowed his eyes and said, "Mr. Alfonso, what are you hesitating about? This kind of thing has no harm and only benefits. It is the best for both you and Guatemala. What are you worried about?"

As soon as I said this, he looked reluctant. Could it be that... he wanted to be the local landlord?
"Many of the fields... belong to the families of many Guatemalan politicians. They have contacted me and said that if their property can be guaranteed, they are willing to help us reduce unnecessary casualties and unify Guatemala."

!!!

"impossible."

Guencarlos waved his hand firmly. "Can you believe what the capitalists and landlords say? We are in revolution. We are rebuilding the spirit of Guatemala. We are not inviting people to dinner. We want to overthrow a corrupt class, not just a country."

"Why would they make a deal with you? Because they're scared!"

"It's like there's a family named Kong in Asia..."

"Cough cough cough..." At this point, the representative of a mysterious big country coughed.

Gancarlos also realized that what he said was wrong. He paused and shook his head. "If you agree weakly, they will continue to ride on your head. Then, who will be the boss in Guatemala?"

"Try them, try those who are guilty, release those who are not guilty, but confiscate their property!"

"Aren't you always curious about why General Victor was able to win? Because he would not offend either class. He would always stand on the side of the poor."

And the poor...will always be the majority of a country.

"And you don't have to worry about the post-war economic problems. The People's Federation will help you solve them. By then, we can sign the North American Trade Agreement with Cuba, abolish all tariffs among the three countries, and allow free trade. It's only a matter of time before the economy rises."

Alfonso Portillo was a man too indecisive.

If we hadn't picked up a batch of weapons in the woods, we would have been nothing more than guerrillas.

"I agree."

"I agree too."

The other two advisory groups agreed, so Alfonso Portillo had no choice but to nod, "Okay, but I still hope there will be less liquidation."

Gancarlos responded, but still didn't take it seriously.

If you don't want to kill people during rebellion, then what's the point? Just shout through the loudspeaker.

It's really crazy.

……

(End of this chapter)